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Kneas   Africanus 

'Defendant 


By  Harry  Stillwell  fydwards 

Author  of  Eneas  Africanus 


PUBLISHED  AT  MACON,  GEORGIA 
BY  THE  J.  W.  BURKE  COMPANY 

NINETEEN   HUNDRED   AND  TWENTY-TWO 


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Copyright.  1921 

BY 

Harry  Stillwell  Edwards 


zAuthor  s  Preface 

livERY  man  is  entitled  to  his  day  in 
court  and  herein  Eneas  gets  his,  liter- 
ally. And  it  is  a  church  court,  the  kind 
that  sometimes  dispenses  with  both 
law  and  equity. 

The  old  time  Southerners  will  ap- 
preciate the  glee  and  happiness  with 
which  "Old  Marster"  rushes  to  the  as- 
sistance of  Eneas,  his  vade  mecum,and 
provides  distinguished  advisory  coun- 
sel. And  his  intense  satisfaction  over 
the  result. 

Is  the  story  true?  Of  course  this 
question  is  to  come  promptly.  It  is 
inevitable.  This  time  the  Author  is 
able  to  give  a  positive  answer; — it  is; 
just  as  true  as  the  story  of  Eneas  Af- 
ricanus.  And  of  the  latter  there  is 
no  longer  any  doubt. 


M43320 


Eneas  Africanus 
'Defendant 

By  the  Author  of    Eneas  Jjricanus 

June  in  the  late  "Seventies",  and  an  old 
Southern  residence  with  portico  and  columns, 
drawn  back  into  the  shelter  of  friendly  leaf- 
age, a  glowing  opal  in  the  gown  of  night! 

Through  open  door  and  window  ways, 
blending  with  delicate  incense  of  roses  that 
clutter  nook  and  corner  and  overflow  carven 
mantels,  creep  in  the  languorous  seductions  of 
mangnolia  blossoms ! 

A  generous  banquet  board  set  in  an  ancient 
hall  of  twin  marble  fire  fronts,  graceful  arches 
and  deep  niches  with  antique  bronze; — old 
linen  of  snowy  whiteness,  shining  silver  and 
the  rainbow  splendors  of  flaming  prism  in 
treasured  vase  and  bowl ! 


4  Eneas  Africanns,  Defendant 

And  now  let  thought  and  inconstant  eye 
meet  where,  at  the  center,  in  majesty  stands 
the  great  white  owl !  Observe  the  wisdom  of 
the  wide,  deep  orbs,  art-given, — each  orb  a 
gem, — idol  of  the  club,  presiding  genius  of 
the  hour !  Note  the  dainty  cravat  of  spotless 
lawn, — the  tiny  boutonierre  held  debonairly 
with  sheltering  wing  against  immaculate 
breast!     Say  you  not  his  is  a  presence? 

And  the  oval  of  faces  smiling  into  each 
other !  Ladies  and  gentlemen  of  the  world  at 
large,  permit  that  I  introduce  to  you  The  Owls 
of  Cherokee ! 


It  was  the  annual  guest  night.  At  the  side 
of  each  clubman  bloomed  one  of  the  lovely 
women,  the  fame  of  old  Macon  nestling 
among  historic  hills.  „A11  ages  were  gathered 
there,  the  old  south  and  the  new,  but  in  the 
dancing  eyes  of  beauty  and  the  smiles  of  proud 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  5 

men  were  the  pledges  of  immortal  youth. 

Questioned  as  to  the  chief  end  in  the  life 
struggle  of  any  Owl,  the  answer  was  always 
one  word,  "Pleasure,"  and  the  club  motto, 
"dum  vivimus  vivamus",  a  happy  blending  of 
truth  and  wisdom. 

Governors,  judges,  senators,  generals, — 
men  from  all  the  upper  walks  of  life,  have 
supped  with  the  Owls  and  departed  with  im- 
perishable memories.  On  the  occasion  to 
which  this  record  relates,  the  honor  guest  was 
a  gentleman  who  carried  his  seventy  years  as 
lightly  as  he  wore  his  smile,  and  whose  laugh- 
ing eyes  looked  down  the  long  vista  of  the 
table  searching  with  pleased  success  for  the 
reincarnations  of  long  gone  friends  in  the  faces 
that  gave  him  back  smile  for  smile.  Ah! 
those  faces ! — curve  of  lip,  gleam  of  blue  eye 
and  brown,  sweep  of  mustache,  arch  of  brow, 
— contour  and  profile,  he  saw  them  through 


6  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

little  rainbows  in  a  gathering  mist. 

Famed  as  a  practitioner  of  splendid  talents, 
a  wider  fame  as  reconteur  and  mimic  carried 
his  name  far  beyond  the  boundaries  of  the 
state.  The  moment  for  his  opening  words 
was  awaited  with  impatient  interest. 

The  evening  had  worn  along  enlivened  with 
many  a  quip  and  jest  and  bit  of  verse  carrying 
satire  or  compliment  when  the  toastmaster's 
signal  sounded  above  the  hum  of  many  voices, 
— a  knife  tap  on  the  table.  Then  into  the  quick 
silence  his  voice : 

"My  friends,  prepare  for  the  mystic  mo- 
ment of  the  Owl!" 

Silently  every  glass  was  filled,  and  every 
eye  turned  to  the  great  clock  under  its  especial 
arch.  Of  Cuban  mahogany,  almost  black  with 
age,  it  stood  in  stately  dignity,  its  face  eight 
feet  above  the  floor,  the  hands  of  gilt  in  arab- 
esque almost  clasped  above  the  Roman  numer- 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  7 

als  of  twelve.  Across  the  glass  disc  at  its  knee 
the  pendulum  of  brass  swung  in  solemn,  tick- 

tock tick tock!     So  had  it  sounded 

when  Calhoun  and  Webster  and  Haynes 
and  Prentiss  were  thrilling  the  Western  world 
with  their  eloquence;  when  rythmic  feet 
marched  by  to  Mexico ;  when  men  in  grey 
swept  cheering  on  to  Manassas;  when  the 
solemn  drums  voiced  their  homecoming;  when 
their  fallen  chief  alighted  from  the  prison  van 
down  the  street ;  and  when  in  a  grey  house 
nearby  the  little  Daughter  of  The  Confedera- 
cy lay  dreaming  on  her  noble  mother's  breast. 

But  now  the  two  hands  blend  and  softly  the 
swan  song  of  a  day's  last  hour  floats  over  the 
silence ; — eleven  strokes  and  each  a  symphony. 
Then  the  climax !  For  on  the  stroke  of  twelve 
every  glass  was  thrust  upward  and  every  voice 
uttered  the  guest's  name,  "Hugee!"  It  rang 
out  in  the  great  room  like  the  crash  of  a  rifle 
shot. 


8  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

And  the  toastmaster  added: 

"The  apostle  of  sunshine  I"  The  guest 
smiled  and  bowed  his  thanks. 

"Story!  Story!  Story!"  greeted  the  gesture. 
Again  he  smiled;  they  were  such  children, 
these  old  friends  made  over.  Presently  leaning 
back  in  his  chair,  after  the  prescribed  fashion 
of  the  true  Owl  who  has  a  sentiment  to  ex- 
press, he  began: 

"You  have  called  me  the  apostle  of  sun- 
shine, my  friends;  I  thank  you!  There  is  no 
finer  medicine  in  the  range  of  our  science !  The 
world  is  beginning  to  realize  it.  The  highest, 
truest  life  note  is  yet  to  be  struck.  The  phi- 
losophy of  it  is  not  limited.  The  last  and 
grandest  society  for  grown  up  children  is  in 
the  borning  and  the  emblem  of  this  wonder- 
ful union  will  be  a  sunburst,  its  colors  the  rain- 
bow, its  name,  children  of  the  sun." 

"Who  is  a  child  of  the  sun?" 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  9 

"He  who  at  morn  fronts  the  east,  bathes  his 
body  and  fills  his  soul  with  its  pure  light,  radi- 
ates it  all  day  long;  and  at  eventide,  with  its 
glorious  farewell  in  his  eyes,  closes  them  with 
faith  in  a  bright  tomorrow.  Such  a  one  is  a 
child  of  the  sun!'* 

"For  such  there  is  no  gloom,  and  bearing 
none  he  sheds  none  I" 

"There  are  no  dark  places;  he  illumines 
them!" 

"His  shadow  is  always  behind  him  or 
under  his  feet!" 

"He  lives  not  in  the  cellar  of  his  body,  but 
in  the  front  of  his  head  with  both  windows 
open!" 

"He  is  wandering  sunlight,  a  satellite  of 
our  planet,  a  Little  Brother  of  The  Moon!" 

"He  is  a  life  ray  and  the  silent  greeting  of 
his  approach  is  finer  than  any  language." 

"Sorrow  cannot  eclipse  a  child  of  the  sun! 


io  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

Grief,  nay  tragedy  cannot  dim  his  radiance. 
Sunlight  conquers  the  smoke  of  battle,  woos 
the  flower  into  bloom  and  the  bird  into  song 
above  the  dead  and  by  way  of  moon  and  stars 
brings  the  wanderer  home!" 

"The  first  toast  of  the  first  Chapter  of  the 
new  order  is  on  the  ground.  He  was  born  for 
the  honor  and  created  for  the  office.  The 
hour  and  the  man  have  not  yet  met,  but  he  is 
ready  and  waiting."  The  speaker  beamed  a 
broad  smile  upon  the  puzzled  guests.  All  the 
fun  in  the  world  radiated  from  his  brown 
eyes.  "Need  it  be  said  that  the  reference  is 
to  that  sunburnt  Child  of  The  Sun,  Eneas 
Africanus,  (cheers)  vade  mecum  of  my  life 
long  friend  and  neighbor,  Major  George 
Tommey,  master  of  Tommeysville-" 

"Hear!     Hear!" 

" — and   its    twelve     fountains — (cheers) 
its  forty-four  rooms"- (tumultuous  applause). 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  n 

"Newton  was  the  greatest  of  philosophers 
until  Eneas  Africanus  was  born,  but  the  man 
who  only  discovered  the  law  of  gravitation 
cannot  measure  up  with  him  who  has  shown 
us  how  to  resist  it."     (Hear!     Hear!) 

"Sunlight  is  the  counterpoise  of  the  New- 
tonian theory,  and  properly  handled  keeps 
humanity  off  its  back;  and  it  follows  that 
Eneas  Africanus  is  entitled  to  the  freedom 
of  the  hall  of  fame." — 

"Twelve  halls !"  shouted  an  Owl. 
"-and  a  fresh  chaplet  every  day."  - 
"Forty-four  chaplets!"   (Great  laughter.) 
"Away  then  with  cap  and  gown  and  parch- 
ment.      These     belong     to     the     feverishly 
active  and  unhappy ;  to  men  who  discover  use- 
less poles,   outlive   office,   plagiarize  nature, 
turn   up   microbes   and  uncover  mastodons. 
They  are  the  gifts  of  the  solemn  whose  blind 
solemnity  is  their  only  drollness,  and  hence 


12  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

their  only  sunray!  One  hour  of  Eneas  is 
worth  a  cycle  of  Athens !  Away  then  with  cap 
and  gown !  There  is  a  finer  raiment, — there 
is  the  sunshine!" 

"Story!  Story!  Story!"  shouted  the  Owls. 
The  Doctor  laughed,  threw  up  his  hands  and 
leaned  back  in  his  chair.  "As  I  was  about  to 
say",  he  began,  "I  received  a  letter  from  our 
friend,  Major  Tommey,  a  few  months  ago, 
sent  by  special  messenger  in  a  buggy,  to  my 
home  near  Sparta,  which  informed  me  that 
he  was  aching  from  head  to  foot  and  urging 
me  to  come  at  once.  It  was  Sunday  morning, 
but  go  I  must ;  and  so  I  entered  the  buggy,  and 
in  a  few  hours  found  myself  at  Tommeysville. 
The  Major,  much  to  my  astonishment,  came 
out  on  the  porch,  bright  and  cheerful  as  a  six- 
teen year  old ;  'Don't  get  out',  he  shouted,  Tm 
coming  with  you  !'  He  came,  bringing  his  ac- 
cumulated years  lightly,  more  so  perhaps  than 


Eneas  Afrtcanus,  Defendant  13 

his  accumulated  weight.  Time  within  bounds  is 
no  match  for  the  juvenile  spirit,  and  the  ele- 
ment of  fun  in  the  Major's  composition  still 
defied  time  triumphantly.  It  was  nearly  an 
even  fight  with  the  law  of  gravitation,  but  he 
drew  his  fat  leg  into  the  broad  buggy  on  this 
July  morning  with  a  sigh  that  expressed  hap- 
piness. 'Sorry  to  disappoint  you,  Doc,'  he 
said,  'but  I  don't  want  or  need  any  of  your 
pills  to-day!'" 

"  'What  about  those  aches?'  I  asked  with 
some  indignation" 

"  'It's  that  old  nigger  Eneas.  He's  kept  me 
sore  a  week, — sore  and  puzzled.  How  did 
Monday  ever  get  to  be  Sunday,  Hugee? 
That's  the  question  Eneas  has  been  worrying 
me  with.  I've  searched  my  library  from  one 
end  to  the  other,  or  the  children  have,  but  I 
don't  seem  to  have  the  right  reference  book. 
I  gave  Eneas,  finally  a  letter  to  Bob  Toombs 


14  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

over  in  Washington  and  sent  a  retainer,  for  I 
can't  afford  to  let  Eneas  be  beaten  in  this  case 
or  any  other,  and  Eneas  is  up  before  his 
church  on  a  charge  of  immorality.  He  came 
back  with  some  sort  of  explanation,  but  I 
haven't  been  able  to  get  the  old  rascal  to  talk, 
— that  is,  to  me.  He  goes  off  behind  the 
smoke-house  or  scuppernong  vine  and 
addresses  his  audience.  Doc,  it  would  make 
a  goat  cry, — that  voice  of  his.  Toombs  has 
stuffed  him  so  full  of  legal  phraseology  he 
spouts  like  one  of  his  twelve  fountains.'  " 

"   'Is  this  what  you  dragged  me  away  from 
church  for? — '  I  began." 

'You  are  going  to  church,  not  away !'  he 
said  with  one  of  his  Tommey  explosions, 
harmless  enough  first  hand,  but  not  when  re- 
peated. 'Why,  man!  you  are  going  to  hear 
Eneas  defend  himself!  It  will  be  worth  the 
trip.'  " 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  15 

"The  Major  is  irrepressible  as  some  of  you 
know.  I  had  to  accept  the  situation  and  con- 
fess my  ignorance  of  Monday's  mergence 
into  Sunday." 

11  'He  is  charged  with  having  violated  some 
law  of  the  church,'  continued  the  Major.  'You 
remember  he  married  a  woman  over  in  Ala- 
bama when  he  was  refugeeing  with  my  trunk 
of  silver.  He  calls  her  Yallerhama  Sue.  He 
has  a  potato  patch  and  one  Sunday  morning 
about  a  month  ago,  being  behind  with  his  crop, 
he  made  Sue  take  a  mule  and  plow  it.  Old 
Manuel,  one  of  the  elders,  caught  her  in  the 
act.  Of  course  she  passed  the  buck  to  Eneas, 
and  they  are  trying  him  to-day.  Look,  Doc, 
yonder  is  the  church  and  I  hear  singing !  Come 
on !  come  on !  it's  a  log  church,  and  we'll  get 
behind  and  watch  through  a  crack!'  It  was 
no  trouble  to  'come  on',  for  he  was  whipping 
up  the  horse  excitedly." 


1 6  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

"  'But  why  not  go  inside  and  take  it  easy?' 
I  asked." 

11  'Inside?'  You  should  have  seen  the  face 
he  turned  to  me;  'I was  a  judge  in  one  of 
these  church  trials  some  years  ago,  Doc;  hot 
day  like  this,  and  it  lasted  two  hours !  Never 
again,  never  again!  Besides  our  presence 
might  cost  Eneas  his  case.'  " 

"The  skirt  of  pines  was  full  of  tied-out 
stock  and  vehicles.  From  the  little  church 
rolled  forth  on  the  peaceful  Sabbath  air  a 
mighty  chorus  of  voices,  blending  wonder- 
fully, as  negro  voices  do.  I  felt  repaid  for  my 
long  ride  when  I  followed  the  Major  as  he 
tiptoed  up  behind  the  church.  He  thought  he 
was  approaching  gently.  Branches  crackled 
loudly  beneath  his  feet  and  his  breathing, 
alone,  was  enough  to  have  betrayed  us  but  for 
the  volume  of  sound  that  rolled  from  the 
church." 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  17 

"The  clay  packing  was  gone  from  some  of 
the  broad  cracks  between  the  logs  and  to  one 
of  these  the  Major  fixed  an  eye.  Reaching 
back,  all  excitement,  he  caught  my  elbow, 
whispering  loudly," 

"  'Look  at  him,  Doc!  look  at  him!'  And  I 
looked!"  Doctor  Hugee  shook  silently  and 
rested  his  arm  on  the  table. 

"Eneas  was  facing  us  from  the  front 
bench  not  twenty  feet  away,  his  wrinkled  coun- 
tenance lit  with  a  seraphic  smile,  his  eyes 
closed  and  mouth  open.  On  the  volume  of 
sound,  his  soft,  musical  voice  floated  as  a 
leaf  on  a  river's  current.  He  was  singing!" 
'And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  rolled 
'Across  my  peaceful  breast.'  " 
'Doc,  he's  got  him !  he's  got  him !'  "  whis- 
pered the  Major,  joyously,  'I  know  that 
look, — it's  too  innocent!'  By  'him'  he  evi- 
dently meant  Manuel,  the  prosecutor.    Then 


1 8  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

Eneas'  eyes  opened  a  bit,  just  enough  to  re- 
flect a  faint  gleam  and  focusse  d  on  the  crack 
between  the  logs.  The  gleam  quivered  a 
moment  and  the  eyes  closed.  But  the  shadow 
of  his  Mona  Lisa  smile  played  elusively  among 
the  wrinkles  of  the  old  man's  face  when  the 
hymn  was  ended.  There  was  a  shuffling  of 
feet  and  Brother  Thompson,  who  was  con- 
ducting the  service,  leaned  over  the  pulpit  and 
said:" 

"  'My  frien's,  a  charge  have  been  brought 
erginst  one  o'  dis  congergation  an'  hit's  for 
you  ter  say  ef  he  is  guilty  or  he  aint !  Looks 
ter  me  like  he  is!  Brer  Manuel,  will  you 
please  state  de  exac'  sin  you  is  chargin' 
erginst  Brer  Enus  Tommey.'  " 

"All  eyes  wer  turned  to  Manuel,  who,  as 
accuser,  occupied  a  seat  near  the  pulpit.  He 
was  a  big,  square  jawed  man,  black,  even  for 
a  full-blooded  African,  sullen,  and  now  plainly 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  19 

embarrassed  by  his  sudden  prominence.  He 
arose,  however,  pulled  himself  together  and 
stated  his  case  loudly.  " 

"  'He  is  scused  o'  breakin'  de  law  o'  dis 
hyah  chutch !  I  seen  es  wife  Yallerhama  Sue 
er  plowin'  er  mule  one  Sunday  mornin' !  She 
was  er  plowin,  er  patch  er  taters,  an'  hit  was 
de  patch  Enus  claims  as  his'n.  I  asked  'er, — 
'Nigger' — des  so, — 'nigger,  what  for  you 
plowin'  dis  hyah  patch,  an'  hit  Sunday?'  An' 
she  up  na'  flung  back  dat  she  was  er  plowin' 
hit  because  Enus  made  'er  plow  hit  '  Manuel 
dropped  to  his  seat  and  silence  ensued,  broken 
at  last  by  Elder  Thompson." 

"  'When  was  she  er  plowin'  hit,  Brer 
Manuel?'" 

"  'She  was  er  plowin'  hit  like  I  done  tole 
you,  on  de  secon'  Sunday  en  May,  an'  erbout 
half  hour  ter  twelve  erclock!'  " 

"   'What  you   reply  ter  de   charge,   Brer 


20  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

Enus  ?  Is  you  guilty  or  is  you  not  guilty?  Dc 
witnesses  is  wid  you  I' — Elder  Thompson  had 
once  been  in  court  about  a  mule." 

"Then  Eneas  arose.  My  friends,  I  wish 
I  could  picture  the  pose  of  the  old  man!  I 
can't!  You  will  have  to  imagine  it!  You 
know  almost  every  old  negro  imitates  some 
white  man  in  particular,  and  Eneas  had 
caught  a  pose  from  his  trip  to  the  General's 
that  clung  to  him.  Eneas  stood  up  and  looked 
around.  His  left  hand  was  thrust  into  his 
trousers'  pocket  and  his  chin  was  lifted.  His 
back  was  half  turned  toward  his  accuser,  and 
he  looked  over  the  heads  of  the  people  along 
the  front  row.  Occasionally,  during  his  ques- 
tioning of  the  witness,  his  eyes  sought  theirs, 
friendly  and  confidential.  His  soft,  musical 
voice  carried  as  easily  to  every  part  of  the 
church  as  to  the  crack  behind  which  lurked  the 
most  appreciative  of  his  audience." 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  21 

"  'I  will  ax  de  witness,  what  is  wid  me,  fust 
what  I  am  being  arranged  befo'  dis  chutch 
for?  What  is  de  exact'  sin?'  He  listened, 
chin  in  air." 

"  'You  is  arranged  fer  breakin'  Bible  law!' 
said  Manuel,  who  felt  the  contempt  of  Eneas' 
attitude  and  did  not  know  how  to  resent  it 
except  by  a  show  of  indignation.  'You  got 
my  answer!'  " 

"'I  got  'es  answer!'  said  Eneas  sweetly. 
'Is  de  Bible  de  Lord's  law  or  de  law  o'  man? 
Answer  me!  Answer  me!'  Manuel's  slow 
mind  groped  blindly  for  the  trap  before  he 
replied." 

"  'Hit's  de  Lord's  law!  You  got  my 
answer!'  " 

"  'De  Lord's  law!'  said  Eneas  pleasantly, 
still  looking  away,  'de  Lord's  law!  Is  dat 
what  you  said,  Brer  Manuel? — de  Lord's 
law?'  " 


22  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

11  '  Dat's  what  I  said,  dat's  what  I  said — I 
said, — you  got  my  answer!'  replied  Manuel, 
who  was  apt  to  stammer  a  little  under 
pressure." 

"  'Oh,  yes!'  said  Eneas,  'I  got  yo'  answer. 
I  am  up  hyah  ter  be  tried  fer  breakin'  de 
Lord's  law  'cause  I  let  Yellerhama  Sue  plow 
my  patch  on  de  Lord's  day, — wid  Marse 
George's  old  grey  mule.  I  got  yo'  answer, 
but  I  ain't  done  makin'  inquiries.  What  day 
o'  de  week  does  you  mean  when  you  say  Sun- 
day, Brer  Manuel?  Answer  me!  Answer 
me ! 

"  'I  means  Sunday,'  said  Manuel,  glaring 
at  the  little  man's  face.  'An  hits  de  fust  day 
o'  de  week.    You  got  my  answer !'  " 

"  '  Yes,  I  sho'ly  got  yo'  answer,'  said  Eneas, 
'An'  I  sho'ly  got  you  long  wid  dat  answer !  I 
could  claim  demurrage  an'  shet  off  de  case 
right  hyah.1 


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Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  23 


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Claim  what,  Brer  Enus?'  said  Elder 
Thompson,  looking  over  his  horn  rim  glasses 
at  the  learned  defendant." 

11  'Demurrage !  Ain't  you  never  heah 
'bout  demurrage?'  said  Eneas.  'Demurrage 
is  when  you  low  dat  all  dey  ses  erbout  you  is 
spotly  true,  but  ef  hit  is,  hit  don't  count  unner 
de  law.  But  I  ain't  er  claimin'  hit,  Brer 
Thompson !  I'm  goin'  down  ter  de  bottom  o' 
dis  case!  Brer  Thompson,  will  you  please 
read  'bout  dat  day,  what's  layin'  heavy  in 
Brer  Manuel's  mind!  I  done  turn  down  de 
place  in  de  book  I'm  handin'  up  !  Hit's  whar 
de  ten  comman'ments  is  plainly  'spressed  for 
de  guidance  of  po'   weak  man   an'    ooman! 

Read  hit  out  loud,  Brer  Thompson!  Brer 
Manuel  is  er  little  hard  o'  hearin'  when  he 
ain't  talkin'  essef.'  Eneas  took  a  little  Bible 
from  his  pocket  and  passed  it  up  to  the  Elder. 
Breathless  silence  reigned  in  the  church  and  I 


24  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

managed  to  shake  the  Major  into  a  compar- 
ative calm,  while  Elder  Thompson  slowly 
deciphered  part  of  the  fourth  commandment.' 
'  "Six  days  shalt  thou  labor  and  do  all  thy 
work,  but  the  seventh  day  is  the  sabbath  of 
the  Lord,  thy  God;  in  it  thou  shalt  not  do 
any  work — '  " 

"  'Stop  right  dereP  said  Eneas  loudly, 
extending  his  hand  dramatically,  'stop  whar 
you  is,  Brer  Thompson !  Ain't  no  use  ter  go 
any  deeper  yit.  De  Book  ses  de  sebenth  am 
de  sabbath  an'  hit  scuses  man  fum  work  on 
dat  day.  De  fust  day  o'  de  week  was  de  day 
when  de  light  an'  de  darkness  was  cut  loose 
fum  one  ernuther,  an'  de  sebenth  day  was  de 
day  o'  rest — de  las'  day  o'  de  week — Sadder- 
day.  De  day  Yallerhama  Sue  was  plowin'  my 
taters  was  er  Monday  'cordin'  to  de  Book. 
How  did  Monday  git  ter  be  Sunday,  Brer 
Manuel?     Will  you  splain  de  change  ter  dis 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  25 

chutch?  An'  whar  was  you  an'  what  was 
you  doin'  on  de  sebenth  day?  Answer  me! 
Answer  me !'    Manuel  glared  straight  ahead." 

"  'Sunday  is  Sunday!'  he  said,  'de  Dis- 
cipline say  hit's  Sunday  an'  meks  de  stores 
all  shet  up !'  Eneas  smiled  to  the  friendly  of 
his  hearers." 

"  'But  how  'bout  de  Book  you  is  er  tryin' 
me  on?  What  do  hit  say?  Answer  me!' 
No  answer  being  at  hand,  Eneas  turned  with 
a  little  cackle  to  Elder  Thompson.  'Do  hit 
say  de  fust  or  de  sebenth  day  o'  de  week, 
Brer  Thompson?'  " 

"  '  Hit  sho'ly  do  say  de  sebenth!'  said 
Thompson,  examining  the  text  as  carefully 
as  though  he  had  never  before  seen  it." 

"  '  How  many  days  in  er  week,  Brer 
Thompson?'  " 

"  '  Seben  days,  now,'  said  the  Elder,  'des 
like  dey  was  den.'  " 


26  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

"  "Den  my  frienY  said  Eneas,  'I  aint  broke 
no  law  o'  de  Bible.  What  de  white  folks  does 
don't  count  hayah.  I  see  'em  ridin'  roun'  er 
Sunday,  goin'  an'er  comin'  'bout  deir  own  bus- 
iness an'  dey  most'ly  does  as  dey  pleases  all  de 
week!  Marse  George  Tommey  is  white  folks 
an'  I  don't  reckon  he  knows  one  day  fum  er- 
nuther!'  Eneas'  eyes  rested  for  an  instant 
on  the  crack  and  this  with  a  sudden  profane 
explosion  from  the  Major  almost  betrayed 
us,  but  I  pulled  him  out  of  sight." 

11  'Pass  Brer  Manuel  back  de  Book,  Brer 
Thompson,'  continued  Eneas.  'Let  him 
s'arch  hit  fum  led  ter  led  an'  fum  kiver  to 
kiver.  Ef  he  find  er  word  anywhar  what 
ses  er  man  er  ooman  can't  plow  on  de  fust 
day  o'  de  week,  den  I'll  put  er  noo  roof  on  dis 
house  ef  I  has  ter  split  de  boards  myse'f !' 
Manuel  took  the  book  and  put  on  a  pair  of 
glasses  as  he  gravely  studied  the  text.    Eneas 


Eneas  Afrkanus,  Defendant  27 

glanced  at  him  for  the  first  time." 

'De  place  you  want  is  on  de  right  han' 
side  when  de  Book  is  top  side  up.  Way  you 
got  hit  now  hit's  over  on  de  lef\  '  Manuel 
may  have  held  the  book  right  side  up,  but  it 
mattered  not.  His  mind  was  vainly  search- 
ing for  a  weapon  to  combat  the  active  old 
man  who  had  the  sympathy  of  the  congrega- 
tion." 

"  'While  Brer  Manuel  is  lookin'  fer  light, 
my  frien's,'  said  Eneas,  'lemme  tell  you  he 
won't  find  none  in  dat  Book  dat'll  do  him 
any  good  'less  hit  is  de  part  what  ses,  some- 
whar,  you  mustn't  bear  false  witness  erginst 
yo'  neighbor!  Lemme  tell  you,  too,  if  he 
hadder  foun'  in  dem  ten  laws  fum  which 
Brer  Thompson  been  er  readin'  dat  de  sebenth 
day  o'  de  week  was  Sunday,  he  wouldn't  er 
been  any  nigher  gettin'  me  in  er  hole  den  he 
is  now,  for  I  been  had  dese  fac's  pounded  an' 


28  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

expounded  by  de  Gen'l  over  in  de  nex' 
county,  de  stronges'  man  on  all  kinds  o'  law 
dat  ever  kep'  er  nigger  off  de  gang.  Heah  is 
de  plain  fac's  o'  de  case,  my  dear  frien's;  de 
Book  aint  never  been  change',  but  po'  weak 
man, — he's  been  change' ! — Brer  Manuel,  is 
yer  foun'  anything  ter  fit  yo'  side  o'  de  case 
yet? — he  ain't  foun'  nothin',  my  frien's  but 
we'll  give  'im  mo'  time.  Keep  hit  up,  Brer 
Manuel!  Ef  yer  don'  fin  de  light,  mebbe 
you'll  fin'  er  place  ter  light  out. 

"If  the  Major's  noise  outside  attracted  any 
notice,  it  was  probably  accepted  as  the  sneeze 
of  a  horse.  Only  Eneas  cackled  a  little  and 
spun  half  way  on  his  toes  while  the  congre- 
gation tittered.  'My  frien's,'  he  continued, 
taking  everybody  into  his  confidence,  'I  gits 
dese  fac's  fum  de  smartes'  white  man  what 
is,  an'  he  got  'em  fum  twenty  nine  knee-high 
books  what  run  'cross  de  back  o'  his  room 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  29 

like  er  plank  fence.  In  dem  books,  he  tole 
me,  deir  is  ev'y  fac'  dat's  been  foun'  out  sence 

ole  man  Noray  run  es  boat  on  de  rocks  'bout 
'leven  thousan'  years  ago.  An  'hyah's  de 
fac'  what  done  mix  up  Brer  Manuel.  Way 
back  yonner  nobody  kep  Saturday  fer  deir 
chutch  day  'ceptin  de  Jews  an'  de  kin  folks 
o'  de  Jews,  which  is  us  niggers  what  come 
down  fum  Ham !  De  res'  kep  Sunday  'cause 
dey  said  deir  pra'rs  ter  de  sun!  But  de 
Jews,  white  an'  black,  all  o'  old  man  Noray's 
family  clean  down, — an'  er  scatterin'  fringe 
of  outsiders  what  done  jined  our  chutch, — 
kept'  de  law  what  ses  de  sebenth  is  de  Sab- 
bath. Hit  sho'ly  did  mix  up  things  an'  make 
er  heap  o'  trouble.  'Cause  when  er  heathen 
man  wid  es  fam'ly  started  out  to  chutch  he 
didn't  like  ter  pass  Jew  stores  wide  open  an' 
be  pulled  in  for  trade  an'  hatter  give  up  de 
dimes  he  was  totin'  to  drap  in  de  box;  an'  de 


30  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

Jews,  white  an'  black,  didn't  feel  good  to  start 
to  deir  chutch  an'  run  erginst  er  heathen  oo- 
man  washin'  her  clo's  in  de  branch  an'  hangin 
em  on  de  bushes;  or  er  heathen  man  choppin' 
wood  to  cook  wid !    Hit  not  only  los'  er  heep 
er  time  fum  business,  an'  fum  de  crops,  but 
hit  made  work  in  court  ev'y  week  an'  natch'ly 
kep  der  perleece  busy.     Well  'bout  dis  time 
o'  de  year,  'long  'bout  fifteen  er  eighteen  hun- 
nered  years  ergo, — 'long  befo'  de  wah, — dere 
was  er  man  come  erlong  an'  got  essef  'lected 
King  o'  de  Eas'  an'  de  Wes'.    An'  when  dis 
man  saw  what  was  de  trouble,  he  set  erbout 
ter  fix  on  one  day  for  ev'ybody's  Sunday.   He 
couldn't  do  nothin  wid  de  heathen  man  'cause 
you  can't  argify  wid  er  heathen  man,  who 
mos'ly  talks  wid  er  axe  or  er  bush  hook;  he 
sent  word  ter  de  niggers  what  had  done  split 
off  fum  de  Jews,  an'  de  outsiders  what  done 
jine  our  chutch,  ter  meet  'im.  An'  dey  made  er 


Eneas  Afr'icanus,  Defendant  31 

trade.  De  King  was  ter  jine  our  chutch  ef 
dey'd  settle  on  Sunday  fer  chutch  day;  an'  bless 
yo'  soul,  dey  sho'ly  jumped  at  de  chanst.  Hit 
was  er  big  thing  ter  put  er  King  unner  water 
an'  have  him  in  de  chutch.  Mo'  exspecially 
sence  de  Jews  an'  de  heathen  had  done  had 
our  folks  on  de  jump  fer  erbout  er  thousan' 
years.  It  was  a  big  thing!  Ef  you  had  er 
King  in  dis  chutch,  hit  wouldn't  hold  de  crowd 
on  Sunday,  an'  hit  would  be  wuth  de  walk 
ter  pass  roun'  de  box  fer  coppers  an'  dimes. 
So  dey  took  de  King  inter  de  fold  an'  put  him 
unner  water  three  times,  an'  when  he  come  up 
de  las'  time,  he  shot  one  eye  back  at  de  heathen 
what  was  line'  up  on  de  fur  side  er  de  creek, 
an'  he  say  in  er  mighty  voice,  'fum  now  on, 
I  comman'  dat  all  people  have  one  an'  de  same 
day  for  chutch, — Sunday ;  de  day  of  de  good 
ole  Sun ;  de  fust  day  o'  de  week !  An'  dem  what 
don't  wanter  go  ter  chutch  on  Sunday  mus' 


32  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

shet  de  front  door  an'  back  door  of  deir  shops, 
or  come  ter  court  nex'  day !  'An'  de  heathen 
men  knocked  deir  axes  an'  bush  hooks  tergeth- 
er  an'  give  de  King  a  mighty  shout  'cause  Sun- 
day was  already  deir  chutch  day,  an'  dey  come 
ercross  de  creek  an'  et  barbecue  wid  our  folks 
an'  dere  was  peace  in  de  Ian'.  Hit's  all  down  in 
de  books,  my  frien's,  des  like  I'm  er  tellin'  hit. 
Dat's  what  de  King  said.  So  hit  was  de  law  o' 
dis  King  man  what  made  our  ole  Monday  de 
chutch  day  an'  flung  de  Sabbath  backinter  de 
week.  Is  you  foun'  any  light  on  yo'  side,  Brer 
Manuel?  Keep  on!  Keep  on!  De  Book 
ses  hitself, — s'arch  de  Scriptur's!'  " 

"Well,  outside  the  church  the  Major  was 
leaning  against  the  wall  fanning  away  apo- 
plexy with  his  hat  and  occasionally  I  shook  him 
as  a  matter  of  caution." 

"We  got  back  to  the  crack  when  the  indig- 
nant voice  of  Elder  Thompson  was  heard: 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  33 

"  'Hoi'  on  dere,  Brer  Enus,  hoi'  on  er 
minute,'  he  shouted,  'dis  chutch  ain't  gointer 
let  you  move  Sunday  up  an'  down  de 
week  cause  you  is  got  yo'sef  in  er  scrape.  We 
don't  know  nothin'  'bout  de  King  you  an'  de 
Gen'l  hunted  up.  An'  we  don't  know  no  Sunday 
but  dis.  I  rules  dat  yistiddy  was  Saturday  an' 
termorrow  is  Monday  an'  dat  de  Lord's  day 
lays  in  between  'em  fust,  las'  an'  all  de  time, 
call  hit  de  fust  day  er  call  hit  de  las.We  goin- 
ter stick  ter  Bible  law,  'cause  we  know  who 
made  it!  Ef  you  is  done,  hit  looks  mighty 
like  you  is  er  guilty  man.'  Eneas'  right  hand 
gesture,  as  he  accepted  the  ruling,  was  per- 
fect." 

"  'Hit  don't  mek  no  diffunce  ter  me  who 
made  de  new  law, an'  I  reck'n  I'm  springin'  too 
many  f ac's  on  er  busy  man  like  you,  Brer 
Thompson.  We'll  des  git  back !  we'll  des  get 
back.    What  I'm  goin'  ter  tell  you  now  is,  I 


34  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

ain't  broke  dat  commandment  Moses  proclify 
fum  de  mount.  Brer  Manuel,  will  you  please 
let  Brer  Thompson  have  de  Book  ergin,  des  er 
minute,  Brer  Manuel,  an'  den  you  can  git  back 
to  huntin' !  Brer  Thompson,  will  you  please 
read  de  balance  o'  de  law  Moses  proclify  fum 
de  mount?  Tek  hit  up  whar  you  lef  off.  Don't 
pass  a  line  ner  step  in  yo'  own  track ! — 'no 
manner  o'  work!' — dar's  whar  you  was!' 
Thompson  took  the  book  and  read 
sonorously." 

"  'Thou  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter,  thy 
manservant,  nor  thy  maidservant,  nor  thy 
cattle,  nor  the  stranger  that  is  within  thy 
gates  r  " 

"Eneas  looked  about  him,  his  face  wreathed 
in  smiles  an'  said,  'My  frien's,  has  you  alls 
ever  heahd  dem  words  befo? — You,  Aunt 
Chloe?— Unc'  Pete?— Aunt  Tempy?— Unc' 
Silas  ?— Unc'     Rich  ?— Unc'     Jim  ?— Unc' 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  35 

Mark? — Aunt  Silvey? — Manse,  has  you 
heah'd  'em  befo'?  All  o'  you  done  heah'd 
em!  Well,  I'm  goin'  ter  tell  you  de  Book 
specifies  you  in  ernuther  place  when  hit  ses 
you  has  eyes  ter  see  an'  you  sees  not;  yeahs 
ter  heah  an'  you  heahs  not.  Hyah  you  is 
lettin'  er  ignunt  ole  man  have  me  drug  up 
befo'  er  meeting  fer  breakin'  de  Sabbath* 
when  dere  ain't  er  man,  ooman  or  child  hyah 
knowed  dat  de  Sabbath  was  Sadderday,  de 
day  you  all  tuk  ever  sence  freedom  ter  go  ter 
town  an'  stan'  roun'  on  de  cornders  an'  trade 
an'  swap  lies.  You  natchully  fell  inter  de 
habit  o'  knockin'  off  work  on  dat  day  'cause 
your  mammies  an'  daddies  'way  back  yonner 
knocked  off!  Only,  dey  went  ter  chutchi 
Brer  Thompson,  will  you  please  read  dem 
lines  ergin?  I  done  strayed  off  fum  de  p'int! 
Start  whar  you  did, — 'no  manner  o'  work' 


36  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

an'  read  de  list!'  Thompson  read  again  the 
lines  of  the  commandment." 

"  'Now  my  frien's,'  said  Eneas,  'ter  please 
Brer  Manuel  hyah,  who  is  havin'  er  hard  time 
wid  his  face  down  en  es  shirt  tryin'  ter  work 
out  how  Monday  got  ter  be  Sunday,  I'm 
gointer  'low  dat  our  Sunday  is  de  day  Moses 
was  talkin'  erbout  an'  dat  his  word  holds 
good  for  dat  day, — de  fust  day  o'  de  week. 
I  ax  you,  Brer  Thompson,  I  ax  you,  is  dere 
anything  in  dem  words  what  ses  er  man's  wife 
shant  plow  er  patch  on  Sunday? — shant 
work  on  Sunday?  Look  close,  Brer  Thomp- 
son. Dis  is  de  agony  er  de  case  right  hyah!' 
Thompson  studied  the  text  closely  while  the 
audience  held  its  breath." 

"  'No,'  said  he,  at  length-  'Hit  exspeci- 
ally  don't!  Hit  names  de  whole  family  an' 
de  stranger  what  drapt  in  for  Sunday  dinner, 
but  hit  lef  out  de  man's  wife  !'    Eneas'  smile 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  37 

disappeared,  swallowed  up  in  one  broad  grin." 
"  'Ter  be  sho' !  Ter  be  sho' !'  he  said. 
'Somebody  mus'  cook  an'  clean  an'  'ten' 
ter  de  chillun!  Do  hit  say  anything  'bout 
er  mule,  Brer  Thompson?'  " 

'No,'  said  Thompson,  with  a  look  of 
wonder  on  his  face,  'hit  exspecially  don't! 
Hit  names  ev'ything  on  de  plantation  but 
er  mule!'  " 

"  'Ter  be  sho' !  Ter  be  sho' !'  said  Eneas 
again.  'Mules  mus'  pull  you  alls  ter  chutch 
an'  roun'  erbout  de  settlement  atter  chutch! 
An'  dere  is  de  law.  Er  mart's  wife  wnd  er 
man1 's  mule  is  outside  de  law.  Dem  men  was 
wise  back  yonner !  An'  Moses,  who  writ  de 
fust  law,  was  a  mighty  man  an'  sho'ly  he 
know'd  what  was  comin'  when  he  lef  out  er 
man's  wife  an'  er  mule  fum  de  law  o'  de 
chutch  on  Sunday, — he  sho'ly  did!  He 
knowd  ef  he  didn't  hit  would  be  cold  dinner 


38  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

Sunday  an'  walk  ter  chutch !  He  was  er  big 
man,  Moses  was.  Him  an'  me  travelled  lots. 
I  moved  eroun'  over  in  de  Yallerhama  dees- 
trie  erbout  eight  years  an'  Moses  travelled 
in  de  san'  forty-  But  I  reck'n  I  went  furder 
an'  seen  mo'n  Moses  did.'  " 

"  'Moses  had  de  Hebrew  chillun  wid  him 
an'  I  had  mine,  but  I  got  home,  bless  God, 
an'  Moses  give  out  on  de  road.'  " 

"  'Moses  wore  essef  out  climbin  mountains, 
but  me  an'  Lady  Chain  went  eroun'  'em.'  " 

"  'Moses  had  er  time  wid  dem  Hebrew 
chillun.  Dey  was  er  onery,  ongrateful  passel 
an'  strayed  off  ev'y  time  he  turnt'  'es  back.  I 
wore  mine  out  wid  er  hickory  tell  nair  one 
o'  'em  would  slip  off  de  hay  in  de  wagon  tell 
I  give  'em  de  word.'  " 

"  'Er  little  Missey  over  yonner  whar  de  sun 
sets  an'  whar  I  got  los',  tuk  er  whole  year  an' 
showed  me  how  ter  read  erbout  Moses.    He 


Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant  39 

was  de  man  what  was  on  my  mind.  He  was 
refugeeing  des  like  me  an'  I  wanted  ter  know 
how  he  got  out  o'  de  wilderness.  Missey  ax 
me  huccum  I  been  preachin'  an'  can't  read  de 
law  Moses  handed  down.  She  said  she  reck'n 
I  must  ter  had  er  call.  I  tole  her  yessum  I 
had  two  calls,  one  ter  preach  an'  one  ter  pass 
roun'  de  hat,  'cause  mine  was  er  growin'  f  am- 
bly  an'  Lady  Chain  an'  Chainlightnin'  had 
ter  be  fed  an'  it  was  er  long  way  thoo.  I 
come  thoo,  but  I  had  ter  put  fo'  hundr'd  an' 
ninety  two  niggers  unner  de  water  ter  do  it; — 
an'  Chainlightnin'  pickin'  up  er  little  change 
erlong  de  way.'  " 

"  'But  I  ain't  never  blame'  no  man  or  no 
ooman  fur  workin'  anytime.  De  trouble  wid 
you  niggers  an'  some  white  folks  aint  doin' 
er  little  work  of  er  Sunday  when  yo'  taters 
need  rain;  hit's  not  workin'  de  other  six  an' 
when  you  has  ter  have  rashuns,  techen'  de  pen 


40  Eneas  Africanus,  Defendant 

fur  de  white  man  in  town! — Whar's  Brer 
Manuel?'  Manuel  had  ostensibly  stepped 
out  for  water,  but  the  church  wag, — and 
there  is  always  one  present  in  the  country 
church, — took  advantage  of  the  occasion  to 
shout:" 

"  'He's  done  gone  home  ter  put  es  ole 
ooman  ter  plowin!'  Everybody  laughed! 
Manuel  failed  to  get  back  and  Eneas  took 
the  verdict  for  granted." 

"  'Aunt  Silvey,'  he  said,  'will  you  please 
raise  de  tune  of  dat  good  ole  hime,  'When 
Moses  handed  down  de  law?'  Silvey  raised 
the  tune  and  in  the  swelling  chorus,  Eneas' 
case  was  forgotten.  Outside,  beneath  the 
crack,  the  Major  was  sitting  flat  on  the 
ground  sobbing  as  he  fanned,  and  I, — well, 
I  was  helping  him." 


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